A Mother's Instinct
Written by: Miradeathnote
"Romano was a child that had done suicide, a year before you came."
Long story short, bitch abandoned him, kid got upset and hung himself. Now that I know how crazy Miss Elizabeth really is I have to talk to Gilbert. I need his help in convincing the others of a group escape.
I approach the bird's bedroom after lunch (I give Feliciano lessons in the morning) and give two loud knocks.
"Gilbert? It's Lovino!"
Gilbert throws his door open, a bright smile on his face. Judging by the glitter and his face he was making something again.
"You're just in time! Come see what I made!"
Clicking my tongue I approach the mangled mess, slightly resembling a blue bird. Gilbert shuts his door quietly and jogs right over next to me. He gives off this radiance of pride for it. Gilbert once told me he owned a bird. He had named it Gilbert Jr. The bird was yellow and had a patch of white on its head. He told me all the adventures they went on.
Like the time he jumped over his neighbors fence and Gilbert Jr. was the one to stop him from completely toppling over. Another story he liked to tell was one dubbed "revenge". He got revenge on his dad by getting the (now adult) bird to peck at his dad's eyes while he smothered the kitchen floor with mayonnaise. This was so when his dad got on the linoleum he would slip and fall on his back. Short story, even shorter, he had a big mess to clean up.
That being said I was very confused by the blue bird.
"Why is it blue?"
Gilbert gives that some thought then answers, "Because I like blue."
"Figures," I mutter under my breath.
Gilbert begins to squirm and dashes out of his room, leaving me confused. Random… That just leaves me to go through his room. Humming softly I dig through his drawers and chest (he keeps it at the end of his bed). I look under his bed out of curiosity and to my amazement find a suitcase. Smiling (evilly) I slide it out from under his bed. It is just a plain leather suitcase, some parts having slight bulges. I open up the suitcase only to gasp at the horror.
A china doll with a half painted face lays in the suitcase, stark naked. The hair is curly and blonde, the man obviously happy about being naked. On the bottom of his left foot I read, "Francis." Just then I hear a shriek. I look over my shoulder to see Kiku, Hercules, Ivan, and my little brother staring horrified at the doll. To my dismay very shortly Gilbert shows up.
"What's going on?"
"Ve? Why do you have a doll in your room?"
"Feliciano is right. Why do you have a naked doll in your room?"
"Why a mare?" Cough. "Male."
Gilbert looks panicky and when he sees me, my hand still clutching the doll, he glares daggers. He beckons everyone inside his "fortress" and closes his door. Turning around he yells:
"Lovino! What the fuck man!"
Everybody flinches at his exclamation. He did not have nice words to say, and when he was done he was short of breath. Then he answered the others questions.
"Ms. Elizabeth found out that I knew how to make dolls, so she asked me to make that one. I don't plan on finishing it because," he looks me dead in the eye, "we are escaping!"